Po sighed. Tigress wasn't acting right. Pi took a glance over at Tigress, who was sitting on the couch in her room. She was reading a magazine on motorcycles. Po shook his head and walked into the kitchen to make soup. He took a wok out of the cupboard and set it on the stove.
"Tigress!" Po called "You want soup?!" There was no answer. Po sighed and took a towel off the counter, wiping his hands as he walked out into the hallway. "Tig!" He yelled.
"Go away!" She yelled. Her voice sounded hoarse and she sounded like she was crying. Po ran down the hallway and opened her door, seeing her sit next to her closet with blood on her forehead. Po gasped and ran to her, taking his wet towel and patting her head with the towel.
"Tigress, what happened?" Po demanded. Tigress sighed and touched the cut, pulling away and groaning in pain.
"I..." She started. "I can't say." Po grabbed her hand and squeezed it, watching her turn her head.
"Please tell me," he whispered. "Please."
"I can't!" She yelled.
"Tell me!"
"NO!" She screamed, scratching Po"s face. Po yelped and fell on his back, holding the scratch marks. Tigress sighed and crawled towards Po, getting on her knees. She grabbed the towel and wiped Po's head, then wiping her own (again). She looked up at Po and smiled.
"I did it myself."